Are you not as good as him? So you are not qualified to let Youluo marry you?"
When the woman in jade said this, the crowd was shocked again.
Originally, this was a prosperous and beautiful scene. This scene of beauties, mountains, rivers, and martial arts appeared, and everyone was immersed in it.
The men were immersed in the figure walking in the sky, covered with stars, wearing the moon, and dancing with a sword. The women were deeply immersed in the young man who was writing.
It is natural for men to love beauty. This woman likes handsome men as well as rich and talented men. This combination of talent and beauty is naturally what they want most in their hearts.
However, the young man's previous words, like a thunderbolt, brought everyone present back from this immersion.
The man was shocked and angry. Everyone present was from a noble family. If they were ordinary people, they could think of countless ways to make his life worse than death. But for this young man, he didn't dare to think so.
The origin of this young man is too mysterious. It made them feel unsure, not to mention that when this young man used his pen, they seemed to see a vision of heaven and earth.
This is a stroke of genius, from the hands of an immortal.
As for those women, their eyes were wide open, and for a moment, everyone's eyes lit up. These are tears, a broken heart inside my body.
They were jealous of the beauty of the jade-clad woman. But he didn't dare to say anything. It can only be hidden in the bottom of my heart.
This woman in jade clothes has a great background. It is said that she is the chief disciple of the seven major sects in Jianghu and Miaoxiufang. From now on, she will definitely be the leader of Xiufang. Her master was the prince's tutor who was appointed during the pilgrimage.
The four saints of the day were all teachers of the prince. It can be said that this woman is the prince's senior sister. Even if the family behind them is powerful, how can they defeat a large sect and a prince?
They are jealous and have a dirty mind. This is because Yuzhu is on their side. And they are just pretty rocks.
Did even such a handsome young man fall in love with that woman at first sight?
If he has such a beautiful woman as his wife, how can this young man tolerate others in his heart? How can we see those three thousand beauties in the harem? How can the rain and dew be spread evenly?
But at the next moment, what the woman in jade clothes said was like thunder, resounding in people's ears.
They thought they had heard wrongly. From being confused, to exploding like thunder in an instant.
It once again caused a sensation among the people.
The woman in jade clothes actually rejected the young man's pursuit. Although men are jealous and resentful.
But it cannot be denied that this young man is so handsome that he looks like a god or a god. In a painting, there is a strange phenomenon of heaven and earth.
The painting in the sky, the dancing everywhere, can no longer be expressed vividly. It was as if this young man had opened up the world again, and they were still there in that world. No matter their expressions, they are the same as before.
This is the sword dance picture of the woman from before!
This is really banishing an immortal.
For immortals, there is no reason for women to refuse in the world. But as luck would have it, the woman in jade clothes refused.
But think about it, nothing is impossible.
Because the beauty of the woman dressed in jade is something that the world can only peep at, but it cannot be obtained. It can only be desired in dreams. If it were that young man, he would be an immortal in this world.
Then, this woman is the Nine Heavens Fairy who descended to the mortal world.
No one loses in this.
Who said that fairies must fall in love with immortals?
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the woman in jade clothes doesn't agree, as long as these two people don't become lovers.
So, whether it is for the men or women present, there is still hope. Although, this hope is very slim, only one in ten thousand, or even one in a million.
But having a glimmer of hope is better than having no hope.
However, the next moment, the men were stunned again.
"You are not as good as him..."
Some people in the crowd chewed this sentence repeatedly, and the more they chewed, the uglier their faces became.
You are not as good as him. This sentence has no profound meaning. Just a superficial and popular meaning. That is, not as good as someone.
So, who is he in this sentence?
Is it him, or him, or is it him?
People looked around, watching the other men warily. But looking at the pig heads and faces, I felt relieved. Secretly, it must not be them, because they are not qualified.
This is what everyone has in mind. Finally, everyone's eyes turned to the middle-aged scribe standing next to the woman in jade.
These blazing eyes made the middle-aged scribe who was trapped in this spring scene suddenly wake up.
He felt the cannibalistic gazes coming from all directions, and his whole body trembled. He quickly looked at the crowd and shook his head.
Although the middle-aged scribe is said to be a painting saint, with temperament and talent far exceeding those of his contemporaries, he is already over half his age. Furthermore, his painting skills are far inferior to this young man's. If the man in jade clothes was her, wouldn't he be embarrassed in front of these people?
He has decided to put aside his status and become a disciple of this young man. Naturally, he would not cause the young man to misunderstand, so he shook his head quickly.
When the young man heard this, he was not angry, he just laughed.
He just thought that the woman was too shy to agree directly. And even though this woman admired him, she was afraid that he would be easily obtained and would not cherish him, so she went out of her way to make things difficult for him.
The young man retracted his hand, turned his pen, and stretched it towards the inkstone. At the same time, he raised his head and glanced at the jade-clad woman standing opposite, showing off what he thought was the most handsome smile.
"It turns out that this world
, there are people who have higher attainments in painting than Ling. I would like to know who the girl is talking about? "
After saying that, he looked at the young scribe.
Ling Dabao thought that his smile, even his reluctant turn of head, and every move were perfect, and he believed that the woman in jade clothes would be even more fascinated by him.
In fact, it's quite perfect. The gaze he looked at the jade-clothed woman was not deliberate, it was just a casual glance, and he didn't even stay for too long, and soon turned his eyes to the middle-aged scribe.
Although the middle-aged scribe is said to be a painting saint, with temperament and talent far exceeding those of his contemporaries, he is already over half his age. Furthermore, his painting skills are far inferior to this young man's. If the man in jade clothes was her, wouldn't he be embarrassed in front of these people?
He has decided to put aside his status and become a disciple of this young man. Naturally, he would not cause the young man to misunderstand, so he shook his head quickly.
When the young man heard this, he was not angry, he just laughed.
He just thought that the woman was too shy to agree directly. And even though this woman admired him, she was afraid that he would be easily obtained and would not cherish him, so she went out of her way to make things difficult for him.
The young man retracted his hand, turned his pen, and stretched it towards the inkstone. At the same time, he raised his head and glanced at the jade-clad woman standing opposite, showing what he thought was the most handsome smile.
"It turns out that there are people in this world who are more accomplished in painting than Ling. I would like to know who the girl is talking about?"
After saying that, he looked at the young scribe.
Ling Dabao thought that his smile, even his reluctant turn of head, and every move were perfect, and he believed that the woman in jade clothes would be even more fascinated by him.
In fact, it's quite perfect. The gaze he looked at the jade-clothed woman was not intentional, it was just a casual glance, and he didn't even stay for too long, and soon turned his eyes to the middle-aged scribe.
As a middle-aged scribe and a painting sage, what storms and waves have you never seen? Even the current Holy Emperor must give him three points of courtesy. However, this glance made the middle-aged man feel ashamed, and he quickly lowered his head and turned red.
Seeing the appearance of this middle-aged scribe who was known as the Painting Saint, Ling Dabao lowered his head in satisfaction.
Perhaps, his Ling Dabao's other abilities are not as good as his senior brother, but it is safe to say that he can overpower other people in the world. If it comes to painting, perhaps even his senior brother is not as accomplished as him.
He didn't study too much in the art of painting, but he had the deepest attainments in the art of painting.
Ever since Ling Dabao was a child, he could never forget anything he saw, and he could even copy it completely. Just a stone. From the big cracks to the small ones, down to the number of grains of sand on them, I can completely record them.
It can be said that his paintings are exactly the same as the real things, and it is completely impossible to tell the authenticity from the fake.
The reason why today's paintings can dance is not because his painting skills are deeper than those of the middle-aged scribe who is a painting sage. If we talk about their attainments in painting, there is not much difference between the paintings of the two.
The only difference is that Ling Dabao knows how to make use of the right time, location, and people. It’s their understanding of painting that is so different.
Is this spring scene really moving? Is that boat really sailing in the blue waves? Did that beauty really dance in the spring curtain? Are these mountains, this lake, and this beauty really moving?
No, not moving at all.
It's just with the help of the fluctuation of the lake water. It’s the color of the lake and the mountains, the sparkling waves, the light and the sun shining in all directions, the color of the mountains. Also, people's eyes.
This is nothing more than an illusion. However, this is an illusion that people can never detect.
Just by creating an illusion, Ling Dabao can suppress the middle-aged scribe. Because, even if a middle-aged scribe was aware of it, he would not be able to create such a shocking situation as Ling Dabao.
"Genius. I am a genius. In the art of painting, no one can match the genius. This painting is not finished yet. When it is finished, when I put the finishing touches, it will be the moment when you can no longer hide your admiration for me! "
Ling Dabao's eyes wandered, his eyes moved away from the middle-aged scribe, and then he continued to write.
He was full of energy, as if countless rays of light had fallen on him. Once again it was hard to keep my eyes open.
The branches in all directions were still swaying, and the sound of the rising tide seemed to overflow the lake into a vast ocean. The sound of the waves, rising and falling one after another, wanted to become the sound of waves in a real blue sea.
The world is blooming with vigorous life, and it suddenly becomes more vigorous.
In a blink of an eye, there seemed to be a spring breeze stirring up the lake again.
This is the water in the sky, the water on the earth, and the birds flying over thousands of mountains.
For a moment, it seemed like the dusk was dim, but the setting sun was like blood. A flash of red light penetrated the darkness and shone on the world. The most stunning figure of beauty in the world was illuminated in the sky and below.
At this moment, people looked puzzled. At this moment, it is just after noon and there is still a long time before the sun sets. Why does it have to be dark? Why did that blazing sun turn into the setting sun, all disappearing, and only the light was visible?
Is it going to rain?
It didn't rain, and not a drop of rain fell from all directions. So, why is this?
Suddenly, someone saw the true face of the dark clouds.
The wild goose bridge spread out, forming a paved road with three thousand wild geese.
It is these three thousand wild geese that cover the blue sky and white clouds, standing in the sky and below, blocking the inside and outside of the painting.
At this time, everything inside and outside the painting became night.
"This...what kind of painting is it...sunrise and sunset, autumn harvest and spring, everything is true." The middle-aged scribe was shocked again.
This dark night is real, and so is the sunset. This is even more profound and real than what he dreamed in his dream!
Finally, the sunset completely set, and the glow was completely extinguished.
For a moment, everyone was plunged into darkness, and all they could hear was the sound of the clear water and the rustling of leaves.
But at the next moment, a thunder was suddenly heard.
This is the sound of thunder, which falls in people's ears, even louder than the sound of thunder.
Then, suddenly there was a thread. Another light appeared in the sky.
This is silver light.
The silver light just appeared, and it spread to every place in just an instant.
A piece of glass color, like a silver plate, reflects the colors from the bottom of the lake. Crystal clear and dust-free, thousands of miles clear.
"This this......."
Almost at the same time, when people saw this scene, their faces suddenly changed and they looked shocked. Especially the middle-aged scribe was so dumbfounded that he couldn't say a word.
"What a creation that conquers heaven and earth."
Even the woman in jade clothes had a glow in her beautiful eyes and praised her.
This is truly a creation that conquers the world, using human power to create wonders in the world.
It is dark night now, and there are stars in the dark night.
One by one, countless. Pervading the world between two people.
When Ling Dabao heard this, he was also very happy. He secretly thought that this woman in jade clothes was really interested in him, otherwise she would not have praised him.
In this dark night, the wild geese cover the sky. And these countless stars are the water jets that originally helped him come here and exploded all over the sky.
The light did not disperse, and the sun did not set in the west. But it was covered by thousands of geese. At this moment, it is just a slight movement of a line, and the light shines down, illuminating those water splashes.
As a result, people saw the stars in the night sky.
Just in the blink of an eye, people saw the stars in the sky falling slowly from the sky again. It seems to be coming to the world.
People marveled that it turned out that there was more than just this nine-day fairy in this world, this banished immortal descended to the mortal world. And these countless stars.
They saw the young man laughing again and speaking softly.
"Girl, do you know if my painting is in your eyes? If you agree to follow me, from now on, you and I will live in seclusion in the mountains. You will dance with the sword and I will paint. Wouldn't it be beautiful?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the stars in the sky shone brightly, as if they completely illuminated the dark night, and they all fell on the woman.
At this moment, the stars are shining over the moon. These countless starlights pushed the beauty of the jade-clad woman to an extreme.
For a moment, everyone was in a daze, and even the middle-aged scribes fell into the beauty of the woman.
In the sky and below, the light gradually fades. In the whole world, only that woman was surrounded by light, covered with stars and the moon, attracting everyone's attention.
Ling Dabao retracted his hand, glanced at the woman, chuckled again, and then asked: "Girl, do you want this painting by Ling?"
Feeling very proud in his heart, he turned around and glanced at the crooked melons and cracked dates behind him. He felt contemptuous in his heart, but on the surface he remained as calm as water and showed no emotion.
The most handsome man in the world must look like the most handsome man in the world. He must not look down upon or look down on others. This is the self-qualification that belongs to this honor. When he saw those women in a daze, he pursed his lips and smiled again.
This smile made the woman's heart tremble again, and she almost fainted from excitement.
For a moment, the world was silent. The men were immersed in the beauty of the jade-clad woman. The women were captivated by the young man's smile.
After a few breaths, Ling Dabao suddenly heard rapid breathing.
The source of this breath is actually the closest place.
Breathing rapidly, touching the heart. Ling Dabao was also happy.
"Look...even the beauty who is like a fairy and has reached the realm of harmony between man and nature in swordsmanship is fascinated by me. My Ling Dabao is indeed the most handsome in the world."
Ling Dabao turned his head and looked at the jade-clad woman, wanting to see a different look on her body.
It was desire, shyness, and deep love.
However, Ling Dabao only saw the jade-clothed woman under the light, with an expressionless face and only blinked a few times.
"She is indeed the most beautiful woman in the world. Even if she has love for me, she doesn't dare to show it at the moment because there are too many people. So, she hinted in the blink of an eye that she wanted to go to her room for a tryst after everyone left? Then... ..Stay until night and spend the spring night together?”
At this moment, Ling Dabao was already thinking a lot. In a daze, he even saw the looming skin of the jade-clad woman through her clothes.
The looming skin is crystal clear, like white jade. Ling Dabao blinked his eyes, as if his fair skin became more obvious.
Then, I saw that fair face getting redder and redder. Like the setting sun among the white clouds, it gradually turns red.
"Girl, are we going to your room right now?" Ling Dabao saw that the face of the woman in jade clothes was bleeding and red and wanted to take a bite. When he heard the increasingly rapid breathing, he couldn't hold it anymore and felt the same. The woman couldn’t wait any longer.
Then the next moment, Ling Dabao saw the jade-clad woman in front of him across the long table and raised her hand.
"Are you going to touch me? The little baby is really anxious." Ling Dabao was even more happy when he saw this scene.
He lowered his head slightly and brought his face up so that the woman in jade could better touch his perfect face.
The next moment, people's eyes widened.
There was a crash of thunder.
This sound has the potential to cause a great disturbance. It scattered the flying geese and scattered the painting on the table. In an instant, the sky was filled with paper scraps.
In an instant, all the spring, vitality, and night sky were shattered like a mirror.
People saw that the woman in jade clothes was soaked all over, her skin was exposed, and she was full of murderous intent. She actually slapped the young man and flew him into the lake.
